This short and sweet and only half-finished memoir of post world war 2 greenwich village gives a lovely, sentimental peek into the art and social mores of the era.
This historical treatise has a lot of notoriety but I found it unnecessarily dense, and ultimately flawed, in that its focus on states and state power ignores a related discussion of capitalist power, such that altho there is a useful perspective to glean here about how a drive for social legibility can transform a society, I wouldn't recommend the book overall.
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